The guards led Shinon through the bustling streets of Haven's Refuge and to the heart of the city's activity until they reached their destination—a massive factory.
The clang of machinery, the hum of activity, and the smoke-filled skies made Shinon wonder how they got so much power to operate a proper factory in their dystopian world.
As they got closer, Shinon saw countless workers toiling within the factory's confines, their faces etched with exhaustion as they worked with all their strength.
"Come on, keep walking." the guard nudged Shinon with his baton.
Shinon spared him a glance but didn't react. After all, doing so would've destroyed his chances of finding anything about his father.
As Shinon stepped into the factory, he felt the collective gaze of the workers upon him. The arrival of a new face in their midst had piqued their curiosity, evident in the sidelong glances and whispered conversations that rippled through the workshop.
